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slowthai - North Nights Lyrics



slowthai - North Nights Lyrics
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Madness
From a boy, been chased by badness (mad)
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your dad (your dad)
Back in the day when I jumped cabs (skrr)
I got blacklisted, couldn't get one from my gaff (from my home, hey)
But it's calm, it's cool, it's cold, it's nice (nice, nice, nice, nice)
When it snows I'm ghost, cause I'm dressed in white (ice)
Roll 'round my ends screaming North Nights (double N, double N!)
Roll 'round my ends and they know slowthai
Slay
Every one knows about slay
When I roll in, everybody goes, "I know him"
Just 'cause he know my name
Bae
When I draw my Beyblade
It's a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Screw your face (slay)
Pain
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
No space, no caps, no one can imitate
No hoods, no hats, like who you duking mate?
Strange
Situations elevate, ah
Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate
'Cah only get one life, no simulator

In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic

Wouldn't throw my shadow
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want beef but I'm moving cattle
Woah
Want war jump out the Bora
With an arrow, cross bow and a bora
I write novels like man was an author
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
Pray this summer is a heater
Kick ball, school man like it's FIFA
I'm in Thailand, bun Ibiza
Wise man with a spliff Ribena
Woah
Slow it down the slow motion
Laugh at my pain I ain't joking
Blood from a stone, hands open
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
Head to big, it's swollen
Hot in the bits like molten
Negative life, stop moaning
Too many things I hold in
I ain't learnt till my legs start floating
Disconnect everyone I don't like, Don Perrione hype
Catch me in the club, I be selling Snow White
Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye
Pressurise me and get something in your eye
From a yout', the boy has been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it
From a yout', the boy has been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it
No
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Madness
From a boy, been chased by badness (mad)
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your dad (your dad)
Back in the day when I jumped cabs (skrr)
I got blacklisted, couldn't get one from my gaff (from my home, hey)
But it's calm, it's cool, it's cold, it's nice (nice, nice, nice, nice)
When it snows I'm ghost, cause I'm dressed in white (ice)
Roll 'round my ends screaming North Nights (double N, double N!)
Roll 'round my ends and they know slowthai
Slay
Every one knows about slay
When I roll in, everybody goes, "I know him"
Just 'cause he know my name
Bae
When I draw my Beyblade
It's a twister, make you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Screw your face (slay)
Pain
Get jooked, complain of belly ache
No space, no caps, no one can imitate
No hoods, no hats, like who you duking mate?
Strange
Situations elevate, ah
Breath stinks straight, in need of Colgate
'Cah only get one life, no simulator

In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
In the cold North, ends gets tragic
Nights in watching Cash In The Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic

Wouldn't throw my shadow
Mewtwo, you man move like Sparrow
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want beef but I'm moving cattle
Woah
Want war jump out the Bora
With an arrow, cross bow and a bora
I write novels like man was an author
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Woah
Pray this summer is a heater
Kick ball, school man like it's FIFA
I'm in Thailand, bun Ibiza
Wise man with a spliff Ribena
Woah
Slow it down the slow motion
Laugh at my pain I ain't joking
Blood from a stone, hands open
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
Head to big, it's swollen
Hot in the bits like molten
Negative life, stop moaning
Too many things I hold in
I ain't learnt till my legs start floating
Disconnect everyone I don't like, Don Perrione hype
Catch me in the club, I be selling Snow White
Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye
Pressurise me and get something in your eye
From a yout', the boy has been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it
From a yout', the boy has been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matters
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it
No
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Writer: Kwesi Darko Obiri, Tyron Kaymone Frampton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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